Wok & Minute Maid

[Chorus]
I'm in the trap, 'tryna run up cake
I'm pushing so much weight
I'm so damn high, can't feel my face
I just poured up an eight
I'm so damn fly, I'm outta space, Givenchy with the Bape
That Maybach truck got stars inside it, I'm ridin' round with my Drac'
I'm blowin' up, my diamonds froze, that's why them niggas hate
I spin it 'round, I bust her down, let's go on dinner dates
I'm sending hits, I run the top, I'm getting plenty cake
I hit the stage, I'm rocking out, pour Wok' in Minute Maid

[Verse]
Girl, I need you to stay forever
I walk in the club and I'mma change the weather
Hunnid racks and 20, stuff it in my leather
Treat her like a treasure, girl you make it bettеr
I put shit on stretchers, came with thеm Berretas
They won't take me out, I promise I won't let 'em
I got what they coming from me, I got conner money
I got everything inside the trap, it's jumping like a bunny
Let me make it clear, I don't give a fuck if they want war, then we can take it there
Give that pussy chills while I'm inside, I'm licking on her ear
Rookie of the year, I'm blowin' up, and I can feel it's near
I can feel the music in my soul, I listen to the snare
I can't front on Boise, Texas [?]
I could weigh a brick up with my eyes, I'on even need a scale
Tell mama, I'mma blow up get us out, I see it crystal clear

[Verse 2]
Count this money, diamonds shinin', now she runnin' from me
It ain't funny, once they slide, you know that shit get ugly
Kidneys failing, down an eight, I can't put down the muddy
I want 'em gone, I drop a bag, these niggas runnin' from me
I get the ball, I run it back, every time they punt it to me
I get 'em both, I'm cashing out, don't need it fronted to me
I grab my switch, I'm crashing out, 'cause niggas movin' funny
Guess that's my fault for letting them in, I thought they really loved me

[Chorus]
I'm in the trap, 'tryna run up cake
I'm pushing so much weight
I'm so damn high, can't feel my face
I'm poured up an eight
I'm so damn fly, I'm outta space, Givenchy with the Bape
That Maybach truck got stars inside it, I'm ridin' round with my Drac'
I'm blowin' up, my diamonds froze, that's why them niggas hate
I spin it 'round, I bust her down, let's go on dinner dates
I'm sending hits, I run the top, I'm getting plenty cake
I hit the stage, I'm rocking out, pour Wok' in Minute Maid